The World

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By Vera Robinson
12-27-16
9:0O PM

Hidden Face I’m Outta Place

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Alone in her

Sadness…

In a world full of

Madness…

She has a sluggish

Walk…

Her eyes are red and

Swollen…

From her salty

Tears…

She wears smoky eyeshadow

Under…

Her brow, with

Chapped and ashy

Lips…

She wears a

Frown..

She hears them gossiping

They…

Know she can hear them

She…

Prayed to find peace

In…

This small town

Only…

To realize

she’d been

Let

D

O

W

N…

11:30 PM

Vera Jackson © 2014

A String Of Emotions

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It’s not a home when you live alonebleeding rose

The walls suffocate me, holding me captive

My thoughts explode stirring the pot of emotions

An eruption of lust, a blinding spark of madness

I want testosterone in this home

I try to release myself from these mental self-induced

Self-indulging thoughts of pity, I long to escape

Life, loneliness, aging, and dying…alone..

The what ifs, and if only…..

Am I to spend the rest of life being alone?

And inevitably be lonely?

The quietness is a haunting melody

Playing a melon collie tune, from a harp in late afternoon

Each ping on a string breaks my heart

It falls apart, like a wilted rose

Red petals bleeding, saturated with red tears

Can you tell them apart?

They lay splattered between my feet

The air is stagnant; I choke on the gut-wrenching thought

Another cold winter, in a cold bed

I must get this craziness out of my head

If I sleep, when I wake, I will be in my humble abode

Blessed with another day to walk, travel, and play

I wish I knew His plan

11:18 AM

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